"Mm. Everyone says that." And yet she's never once agreed. Even when she bit back at Elias echoing the same words, told him it wasn't her fault, she didn't really believe it.
After all, he did pull it directly from her head.
"I waited about fifteen minutes for him to come back out. I thought about running to get my mum but we'd only get in trouble, so I told myself I'd just run in and get him. That he was probably just getting me back for daring him. And then I climbed over the jagged fence into the site to look for him.
"I didn't have to go far before I found something, but it wasn't Calvin. There were two bodies. A couple of homeless people who must've got into a fight. They'd impaled each other in the throat with the glass from broken bottles, and just... dropped, right where they'd been stood fighting. The blood was still wet and it was everywhere and it excited me. Pretty little Alice, 'innocent' little Alice, just as excited as she was scared by the sight of the first two dead bodies she'd ever seen. I knew the second I felt it that I could never let anyone know I had, or they'd see what I really was."
Her brow furrows tightly for a moment, until she shakes it off and drags her hair back from her face. Until now there'd been relatively little fear to drag back to the forefront, but she feels it now. Thrumming at the edges of her mind.
"It took me a while to stop staring at them, but when I did I saw Calvin. Standing at the top of this crumbling staircase with his eyes this eerie kind of blank, staring down at me. Completely transfixed on me, like the bodies weren't there at all. Like the thing standing right behind him, this— horrid, naked, fleshy thing covered in open wounds that didn't bleed that was standing right behind him flicking a long black tongue into his ear like it was whispering something, wasn't there at all."
cw: violence, gore, death
"Mm. Everyone says that." And yet she's never once agreed. Even when she bit back at Elias echoing the same words, told him it wasn't her fault, she didn't really believe it.
After all, he did pull it directly from her head.
"I waited about fifteen minutes for him to come back out. I thought about running to get my mum but we'd only get in trouble, so I told myself I'd just run in and get him. That he was probably just getting me back for daring him. And then I climbed over the jagged fence into the site to look for him.
"I didn't have to go far before I found something, but it wasn't Calvin. There were two bodies. A couple of homeless people who must've got into a fight. They'd impaled each other in the throat with the glass from broken bottles, and just... dropped, right where they'd been stood fighting. The blood was still wet and it was everywhere and it excited me. Pretty little Alice, 'innocent' little Alice, just as excited as she was scared by the sight of the first two dead bodies she'd ever seen. I knew the second I felt it that I could never let anyone know I had, or they'd see what I really was."
Her brow furrows tightly for a moment, until she shakes it off and drags her hair back from her face. Until now there'd been relatively little fear to drag back to the forefront, but she feels it now. Thrumming at the edges of her mind.
"It took me a while to stop staring at them, but when I did I saw Calvin. Standing at the top of this crumbling staircase with his eyes this eerie kind of blank, staring down at me. Completely transfixed on me, like the bodies weren't there at all. Like the thing standing right behind him, this— horrid, naked, fleshy thing covered in open wounds that didn't bleed that was standing right behind him flicking a long black tongue into his ear like it was whispering something, wasn't there at all."